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I'm F***ed Up (Main Version - explicit)
Dolla
I got a cup full of drink, table full of women
Money in the hand and the room keeps spinnin'
Body keeps sweatin', one two steppin'
Eyes hella low but I like this feelin'
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
My wrist shinin', 'cause I stay grindin'
I'm the man of the future
I got white diamonds, red diamonds
Shit I even got fuschia
She winked at me, so I winked back
Where the waitress at, let's get it in motion
Yeah I got the potion I thought you should know
Bitch on my arm like Marilyn Monroe
And she like bitches so I like her
Playin' with the kitty and it ain't got fur
We need drinks, right now, not later
Straight shots, fuck chasers
Grey Goose and Patron, now I'm gone
Every song is now my song
Nothing's wrong, I'm just faded
Turn that up, that's my favorite
I got a cup full of drink, table full of women
Money in the hand and the room keeps spinnin'
Body keeps sweatin', one two steppin'
Eyes hella low but I like this feelin'
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
And these girls keep starin', and my eyes keep winkin'
Honey's in the head 'cause a nigga ain't thinkin'
Talkin' with a slur but a nigga still drinkin'
Spilt on my shoes, damn they're European
What you say, what you lookin' like
What you turkin' with
Turn around, let me see it, can you turn a bit
Can you tell me baby thought of that back
Come fuck a young nigga that rap
Hold on what's next, let's flex, no test
I must have sex, let's try it
Let's talk for a little bit
Fuck that let's fuck for a little bit
And that's that
I got a cup full of drink, table full of women
Money in the hand and the room keeps spinnin'
Body keeps sweatin', one two steppin'
Eyes hella low but I like this feelin'
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I said, weeee should have some drinks
Tell meeeee, what you think
Maybeeeee, we can go
Back, to my home
I got a cup full of drink, table full of women
Money in the hand and the room keeps spinnin'
Body keeps sweatin', one two steppin'
Eyes hella low but I like this feelin'
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
10 bottles on the wall (on the wall)
If one bottle falls
I dunno, somethin' on the wall
compositores: J. Bunetta,R. Burton,A. Rich
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Money in the hand and the room keeps spinnin'
Body keeps sweatin', one two steppin'
Eyes hella low but I like this feelin'
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
My wrist shinin', 'cause I stay grindin'
I'm the man of the future
I got white diamonds, red diamonds
Shit I even got fuschia
She winked at me, so I winked back
Where the waitress at, let's get it in motion
Yeah I got the potion I thought you should know
Bitch on my arm like Marilyn Monroe
And she like bitches so I like her
Playin' with the kitty and it ain't got fur
We need drinks, right now, not later
Straight shots, fuck chasers
Grey Goose and Patron, now I'm gone
Every song is now my song
Nothing's wrong, I'm just faded
Turn that up, that's my favorite
I got a cup full of drink, table full of women
Money in the hand and the room keeps spinnin'
Body keeps sweatin', one two steppin'
Eyes hella low but I like this feelin'
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
And these girls keep starin', and my eyes keep winkin'
Honey's in the head 'cause a nigga ain't thinkin'
Talkin' with a slur but a nigga still drinkin'
Spilt on my shoes, damn they're European
What you say, what you lookin' like
What you turkin' with
Turn around, let me see it, can you turn a bit
Can you tell me baby thought of that back
Come fuck a young nigga that rap
Hold on what's next, let's flex, no test
I must have sex, let's try it
Let's talk for a little bit
Fuck that let's fuck for a little bit
And that's that
I got a cup full of drink, table full of women
Money in the hand and the room keeps spinnin'
Body keeps sweatin', one two steppin'
Eyes hella low but I like this feelin'
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
I said, weeee should have some drinks
Tell meeeee, what you think
Maybeeeee, we can go
Back, to my home
I got a cup full of drink, table full of women
Money in the hand and the room keeps spinnin'
Body keeps sweatin', one two steppin'
Eyes hella low but I like this feelin'
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up
10 bottles on the wall (on the wall)
If one bottle falls
I dunno, somethin' on the wall
compositores: J. Bunetta,R. Burton,A. Rich
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